Coffee with Mom.
Where you’re from.
It is that time of the day in which I'm asking myself whether I want or need that second cup of coffee. Outside it will be brutally hot and humid this weekend, yet I'll have to go out at some point to buy a few groceries. Early morning would have been best, but it takes… Continue reading Where you’re from.
In a Southern state of mind.
I'm writing to you from my new home in North Carolina, where my little brick house is nestled in a quiet neighborhood among the rich green foothills of the Blue Ridge mountains. My son and I live so close now, and we've seen each other several times in the last week. My former home has… Continue reading In a Southern state of mind.
“And the good Lord willin’, things will work out.”
Moving and shaking.
T-9 days and a wakeup.
This time tomorrow I'd better have most everything packed.
Drafts.
Writers get no respect, I tell ya.
Thanks. I needed that.
No, really. I'm fine.
Why am I doing this again?
Just back up a truck and take it all.
Dirty dogs and sweaty men.
A time in which my body is returning to life, my house is in complete chaos, and my little yellow house is getting a makeover.
What is peace of mind worth?
What is really next for me? What can I do to be the most happy in this next phase?
Poetic License 